("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joining the Mile High Club by John Carson (johncarso@gmail.com) *** I met Lisa on the flight from Delhi. She was flying back with her mother, but luckily, her mother didn't pay much attention to what I was doing to her 14 year old daughter. (M/f-teen, ped) *** I saw her across the isle, sitting with her back towards me, barely visible from where I was placed, two rows behind her on a 747 making its way west across the globe. Since leaving Delhi half an hour before, we'd been asked no less than thrice to please enjoy our journey which would eventually take us back home. At least for those of us who called the big apple home. Over the noise of the engines, I could barely make heads or tails of her conversation, but she seemed to be talking to her mother, sitting to the right of her, about the new girl's soccer team she had just joined. My own two daughters, 10 and 12 years old, or about two years younger than this princess in front of me, had started soccer practice just before I left to India some months before, and were already urging me to come to their games when I got back. Smiling at the memories, I absentmindedly took the in flight dinner which was handed to me and began picking at the food. Keeping half an eye on the girl, I quickly finished the dinner and leaned back, ignoring the groans of the passenger behind me as I tilted the chair and closed my eyes for a second as I waited for the cabin crew to dispose of the remains on the tray in front of me. I'd been on enough flights to know the next steps in what almost seemed like a choreographed dance in the air: the rush for the four toilets in the back of the plane. I almost missed her, but in the last minute, I saw her walking past me towards the back. The sari, a traditional Indian garb, almost of the same shade of blue as the cover on the chairs of the plane, fitted her well, although I had to consent that it looked slightly odd to see it on someone so obviously not Indian. I waited a minute before unbuckling my belt and followed her towards the back, finding a place a few people behind her in the queue that was now forming. Someone was complaining about the food, others where reiterating their already fading memories of India, and others, like me, not paying enough attention as the aircraft suddenly jumped because of turbulence, making people fall like bowling pins, before the queue managed to stabilize itself again. For a moment I managed to catch her eyes as she walked past me, giving her most convincing smile I could muster, and seeing her tight lips curve gently upwards in a half smiling, half contemplating way. The fat man behind me pushed me out of the way and made his way into the vacant toilet as I lingered a few seconds too long on her figure as she walked back along the isle, taking her seat next to her mother again. "Hi, I thought I heard something about soccer here?" I said to her mother, as sat down next to them on an empty chair. It wasn't the best line I'd ever used, but it seemed to do the trick and soon I was deeply engaged in the discussion with both of them, sharing experience and laughing with her mother about the usual soccer mother jokes. As the flight continued on its path, the crew dimmed the lights in the cabin gradually, and the talking around ceased slowly until you could only hear some whispering discussions further away, as people were either turning to, or trying to turn to, Morpheus kingdom, or staring blindly into the TV in front of them with their headphones tight around their heads, making their best to be louder than the screaming engines and air conditioning. When I came to, an hour or so later into the flight, everything around me was dead silent and I noticed the armrest between me and Lisa, as I had come to know her, was folded back. Her mother was on the other side of her, snoring loudly, and Lisa had her head on my shoulder, looking like a sleeping beauty in the dark. I shifted slightly towards her to make it more comfortable and pulled the blanket tighter around her, sliding my hand over her arm as I did. She pulled back slightly, and I was afraid I'd scared her, until I noticed she'd just made a bit more room between us, so she could take my hand in hers and guide me to her covered chest. She gasped softly as I gently touched her breast, hidden under a t-shirt and a 32B bra. I played with her breast for a while, cupping it gently in my hands and tracing my fingers around her nipple, while looking over her shoulder at her mother, who unaware of what was happening right next to her, kept snoring and enjoying Morpheus kingdom. I leaned over to her and gently kissed her forehead. She arched her back slightly and looked into my eyes as her warm lips made a quick contact with mine, before she buried her face in my shoulder again to make it seem to any casual observer as if we were sleeping peacefully in the night. Feeling her warmth and heavy breathing against me, I got a bit bolder and let my hand trace lower over her body, tugging gently at her t-shirt before slipping under it and caressing her tummy and up over her breasts. Another sudden jolt to the plane awakened her mother, as we cuddled together in the dark. I kept half an eye on the mother as she turned over and went back to sleep, leaning against the window, unaware that my hand had found its way between her daughters thighs and between the folds of the sari, tracing finger along the edges of Lisa's pussy, teasing her through the fabric of her panties, slightly damp from her excitement. Her breathing became heavier and as I slipped a finger inside of her to let rest against the lips of her pussy, she whimpered and squeezed her thighs tight together. She took my hand in hers once more and pushed me away. Afraid I had gone too far, I started to apologize, but she cut me short by pressing her lips against mine once more. - Not here, she whispered into my ear as she broke the silent kiss. A man coughed somewhere close, and I tried to hide my hard-on as well as I could as I slowly stood up and made my way towards the back of the cabin, walking through a landscape of apparent silence and faces either asleep or lit by the video screens. As no one else seemed to pay attention, I looked into some of the toilets and picked the one which looked cleanest, or at least where its occupants had apparently not failed as miserably with hitting the bowl. Keeping myself busy with the lock and light in case anyone should pass by, I kept the door only slightly ajar until I saw Lisa pass around the corner and into the toilet. I had to sit down on the lid of the toilet as she came inside, to give her room to move around, and as she closed and locked the door, she turned to smile at me and leaned down to give me a proper kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth as we embraced. Pushing her up against the sink, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her tight to me, my hard-on making an obvious bulge in my jeans, pressed against her belly. We stand like that for several minutes, our tongues exploring each other, our hearts beating together as her chest is crushed against mine. As I come up for air, I lean back as much as I can without sitting down on the toilet again and take hold of the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and free of her. She blushes cutely as she helps me unbuckle her bra and places it in the sink behind her. I have removed her sari and is pulling her panties down as my heart almost stop when someone attempts to open the door, but the unwanted visitor quickly moves on to the next toilet and I let her panties follow her other clothes into the sink behind her. Kissing my way down her body, letting my lips touch against her cheek, her neck, shoulder, I find myself sitting on the toilet, with her young pussy in front of my eyes. Looking up and meeting her eyes, I use my fingers to separate her pussy lips as I slide my tongue along her slit, up to her clit, making her hold of my hair intensify as she pulls my head against her again. Delhi is far behind us as I work my tongue fast over her clit, her body responding instantly to my attention. As I work my tongue against her, I use my right index finger to slip into her by now very wet and warm pussy. Her young body convulses around my finger with every time my tongue touches her clit and as I use my finger to press up against the area of her tummy, she screams out loud enough that I'm afraid someone will overhear us and I have to steady her against the sink as her first orgasm runs through her body. Without thinking, I stand up and quickly get rid of my clothing. She is still calming down from her orgasm as I lean her back and guide my cock to her pussy, making her scream out again as I push all of my length deep into her waiting pussy. She did her best to hold on to me with her arms around my neck as I plunged my cock into her time and time again, each time making her little body shiver. It didn't take long until I felt the familiar tingling in my cock. Fighting an urge to just ram it deep into her again, I withdraw completely from her pussy, making her push herself hard against me, trying to keep my member inside of her. Her eyes slightly glazed over, I stay with her until she has some time to relax before I turn us around and make her lean forward, using her arms to steady herself as I drive my cock home into her pussy from behind. She screams of pleasure, and I keep pummeling into her until I near my own explosion. Taken over by pure animalistic instincts, I fuck her tight little pussy harder than ever before I push myself as far as I can into her, and keep myself there as my cock explodes, releasing wad after wad of warm white cum deep into her milking pussy, sending Lisa over the edge again as she cums for the second time around my cock. As we both try to clean up as best as we can, we talk a bit more and figure out that she lives with her mother not that far from me, and had there only been a few years less difference in age, she might have been in my daughter's soccer team. It was the beginning of a very interesting time for me. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57